i want to gently, sweetly take advantage of a plump person’s natural hunger. i want them to eat to their heart’s content, no pressure, just enjoying themselves, not worrying if it’s too much. feed them all the fatty stuff they want, wait on them hand and foot, until they’re used to constant meals and eating exactly what they want.
i want to do that for a few months, let them feed themselves up, getting softer and heavier and slower. happier. bigger.
when they’re hooked, more sedentary, more focused on food, i’ll do a little more. cream instead of milk. a few extra desserts. mcdoubles between meals. constant munching. their hunger will grow as they do and they’ll come to expect the extra calories, demand them even, tummies growling after a single hour unfed.
it’ll get to the point where they’re moaning for me when i get home at the end of the day, because the fridge was too far away and they finished the snacks i left them. it’ll get to the point where i can ask them to grunt and oink for their food and they won’t think twice. it’ll get to the point where their world slows down and narrows, until food is all they think about, until they’re stretched out, til they lose their waists and their jawline, til they start breaking chairs.
eventually, well, they’ll just be helpless, hungry pigs.
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